Rating:M

Pairing:Scavenger/Gears

Disclaimer: Not mine, Hasbro's and other people.

Universe: G1

Warnings: Spark, N/C, pet, unconscious partner

Summary:Prompt found on the Tfanonkink page

Scavenger likes to excavate and bring home useless junk. One day Scavanger happens to be digging around a recent battle and finds...a half dead minibot. He takes the minibot to his warehouse of worthless stuff and takes care of him like a pet. And since Scavanger only really knows how to find things and not fix them up, it's up to the minibots self repair systems to take care of the damage.

Scavenger now shows off all his cool junk to the minibot and gets so excited to have an audience that he can't help but smex the little guy at the end of it.

Author's Note: Please enjoy the fic. It might sound dark, but I made the story light and silly. And I thank anontfwriter for Beta-ing this :D. I decided to post a censored version here. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything important.

'Twisted metal ball... Very twisted,' thought Scavenger has he picked a large ball of junk. He held it up to the moonlight and poked at it to remove the excess concrete. 'Kind of pretty...'

He subspaced the piece of junk and looked around some more. They had battled the Autobots in this area the day before. The fight had been intense and had drawn the majority of both armies. It started out around a power plant a few miles away, but escalated to include the surrounding areas like this overpass. The bridge had collapsed after the seekers had dropped bombs to slow the arrival of reinforcements. However, even that didn't give Megatron more time to execute his plan before calling a retreat.

When the smoke had cleared, the humans closed off the roads and rolled in with some heavy machinery to fix the infrastructure. Scavenger had snuck in to rummage through all of the debris before everything was cleaned up. He was gleefully examining the remains of the fight. He was glad that no humans had been caught in the destruction. It always bothered him when he found a piece that had gotten splattered with organic fluids. Plus, it always made the Autobots stay longer and disturbed the natural destruction while they tended to their wounded allies.

Scavenger had a few hours in front of him before he had to return to base. He'd get to show the others his findings. Maybe this time, they'd agree that he had found something important!

The Constructicon transformed and scanned the zone for materials. Even though the others always rolled their optics when he presented the new additions to his collection, sometimes Hook was thankful if he brought useful building materials.

His scanner pinged when it picked up Cybertronium, a rare metal that most Transformers possessed. Confused, then exited he started to dig.

"Maybe it's an arm!"

He knew that no one among the Decepticons had lost a limb, so it must be one of the Autobot's. He loved hanging mech pieces. Whenever Megatron would tear off Starscream's wings as a punishment, he always picked them up and hung them on his wall. Of course, Hook would always ask for them back to weld them back onto the prissy Seeker. It was always nice while it lasted. With a nice polish, body parts really lit up his dank little hideout.

The last of the rubble was out of the way, and indeed the piece he found was an arm. Transforming to his root-form, the Constructicon pulled the arm. He frowned when he found that it was resisting. He bent down and noticed that it was connected to a body! Scavenger gushed. He couldn't believe his luck.

Like one of those human archeologists, he carefully removed all pieces lying on top of the body. The body was awkwardly placed, but it was so interesting to see how the rocks had twisted the limbs. It kinda reminded him of the ball of twisted iron he found moments ago. But this was even prettier.

Before he could continue observing the mech, his chronometer went off, informing him that his time was up. The humans would start arriving soon and if they found him, they would call the Autobots, and they would want to take his prize away. Gingerly, he cradled the small body and transformed so it would safely be tucked into his cabin.

"Where the slag were you!"demanded his gestalt brother over the comm.-link when he was within range.

"A-At the bridge. The fight place, where the.. fight was."

"Frag-it. Still excavating! We're behind schedule!"

"Oh..." Scavenger felt bad for making his team-mates work harder by his absence. However, he couldn't contain it any longer. He had to inform them of his find.

"Oh? That's all you've got to say for the mess you got us in?"

"No! I got more to say. Do you know what I found?" Grumbles and mutters rang out.

"Mech, get your aft here!"

"Yeah, but-!"

"Lob the scrap you found, and drag yourself down here!"

Scavenger was insulted. Well, if they wanted it that way, then he won't show them his treasure! He detoured to his hideout and deposited his find. When he met with the others, they couldn't understand his smug look. They'd never get to see it then!

When he finally managed to extract himself from their work, he rushed to his hideout. His hideout was in the Cargo Bay 5. It was designated to be an Energon depot. But, seeing as they were always low on that resource, it became his own secret place. At first when he claimed it, the other 'cons had wanted to kick him out so it could be another frag room, but his brothers had stood up for him and made sure he kept it.

Sometimes Scavenger believed they only did it so he wouldn't leave his treasures in their common room.. But, then again he understood their desire not to have so many pieces of art around. Work would get distracting. He knew that he would always be contemplating them!

During his time-off, Scavenger would recharge in his special room, content to be surrounded by his precious objects. And now, he had found a masterpiece for his collection.

The mech was small, a minibot. A scowl seemed frozen on his face, but that was probably Scavenger's imagination. Under a certain angle, the faceplate was actually very nice looking. Numerous scuff marks and dents were scattered across the frame. The paint job was so scratched that the Constructicon had difficulty determining it was a shade of red. Joints were out of their sockets more often than not. Wires were sticking out wherever they got the chance. The minibot was coated in a fine layer of dust, courtesy of all the rubble that had buried him. Scavenger was pleased by the fact that the minibot wasn't caked in soiled energon. It would take less time to clean. Energon was always so messy, especially when it was dry.

Scavenger had nowhere near as much knowledge of anatomy as Hook, but he did know that severed wires outside of a frame were bad. So he made sure to push each offending piece back in and weld there so they didn't disturb him. Fixing dents and scruff marks were easy. Every mech knew how to do that. He also gave it a new shining coat of paint. He even polished the body, making sure the rest of his collection could be reflected off of it.

Finally, he decided to force the joints back in their sockets. He found it difficult to position the mech seeing as he kept falling back like a rag-doll. It was hard keeping him upright.

A few hours later, Scavenger was proud of his precious masterpiece. If only the others could see it. But, the Constructicon thought against it. They would be jealous, and take it away and keep it locked up and away from him. He had to make sure he could keep it safe from the others. He'd worked so hard and it was so pretty.

Scavenger sat on floor beside his minibot. He stroked the frame carefully so as not to scratch any of the new, glossing paint. It was so pretty and shiny. He even turned on one of the lampposts he'd found in the street to have more light reflected. Scavenger gushed at his prize and cuddled close to it. He would recharge for a few moments. He always slept so well next to his processions.

It was becoming a habit. Immediately when his work with his brothers was finished, he rushed to Cargo Bay 5 to admire his minibot. During the work-cycle he couldn't stop picturing it. He knew his mech wanted him to return as soon as possible. Scavenger made sure he was kept clean and shiny. He even found a large berth made of soft-microfibers and springs. It was a human contraption called a mattress. He found large soft fabrics that fluffed around his prize. He specifically chose colors that would complement the Autobot. The minibot would lay on it and eagerly await his return.

Scavenger revved at the thought as he approached his hide-out. He borrowed, from Mixmaster, a lovely scented oil. He knew his prize would love to be coated with it. It would make his shiny polish stand out even more.

"I'm back! I hope you didn't miss me too much" Scavenger called out as he neared. His prize had not moved an inch since this morning. "I made sure I could get back as fast as possible. I know you don't like me leaving you alone for too long."

Scavenger starred at the minibot's immobile face. "No need to be disappointed. I brought something to make up for it! You'll love it."

A moment of silence passed before Scavenger piped up again in the silent room.

"Yes, you will. Now hush up." The Constructicon crept up the edge of the mattress and floated his servo above the minibot's frame. He slowly descended and turned it into a butterfly's caress. "You're so beautiful. Oh, don't turn away; look at me when I talk to you. Haha, you're so cute when you're bashful."

Scavenger un-spaced the oil he'd got from his brother. It smelled exquisite. A lingering smell of ozone tickled his olfactory sensors. It was intoxicating.

"I.. I hope you don't think of me as too forward... It's a very special oil, meant.. Meant for l-lovers." Scavenger nervously explained. "I know we haven't known each other for that long. But, hum, but, I can't stop thinking of you.." He took the minibot's hand in his and nuzzled it. "And your touch is electrifying... And I really like touching you. I sometimes can't stop myself! But I do! I'm a gentlemech after all! I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to... I know we're enemies, but we aren't bad. And, I-"

Scavenger cut his sentence off and stayed quiet for a moment. A few times he nodded. His optics shone with unshed coolant.

Another long silence stretched. Then, only Scavenger's loud engine and his vents humming were heard. "I-I don't know what to say. You're so great... This is like a dream come true...I couldn't ask for more..."

The Constructicon leant forward and nuzzled the other's neck. His servo petting the red plating underneath, digging into the seams, slow but determined. He flared his energy field out. His lover was made so nervous by his enthusiasm that he didn't emit his own field. It didn't matter, tonight was all about showing his treasure how much he was wanted—desired. Ever since the minibot had come into his life, Scavenger had someone to share his findings and feelings with.

His companion would quietly listen to him, out of respect. He was always polite when he was presented with a new piece for Scavenger's collection. He knew he didn't have the same interests, he wasn't artistic, but he encouraged Scavenger to share his discoveries.

"I never thought someone as perfect as you existed," murmured Scavenger's into the others audio receptor. An electric arc skipped from the Constucticon's digits and snaked itself into the red bot's frame. He was sprawling across his lover grinding their chests together.

"Will you open up for me..? It'll feel so great. I'm g-good. Yeah?" Scavenger scratched at the chest's main seam. He nuzzled and cajoled it to open. "Don't be timid. I-I know I might be a bit bigger, but I'm gentle. And I'm not going to merge or anything! Not yet. I just want to share the charge. It won't burn your spark, I promise."

Scavenger convinced himself he wouldn't hurt the other. He knew that excited lovers could cause serious spark burns. It wasn't for nothing so many preferred using modified medical cables or organic mods for interfacing. But Scavenger enjoyed the intimacy and sincerity of sparking. His spark was alive with so much love that anything else would feel hollow. He wanted to show his lover his appreciation instead of just a quick overload.

When he managed to open the chest compartiment, Scavenger found his lover's spark to be adorable; timid even. Its color had been dull and translucent, but it became brighter when they connected.

He was tender, as he promised, and when he reached his climax a flash lit the room, and the small electronic devices of Scavenger's collection exploded. Smoke and ozone flooded their olfactory sensors.

Low on energy, Scavenger slumped over his lover's frame. "That was great! Never had something so intense. Thank you...It meant so much to me." Scavenger mumbled some more appreciative comments before drifting into recharge. A small, happy murmur leaving his lips.

In the darkness, Gears optics opened. His HUD informed him that he had been in statis lock for several days and that his spark had just been jump started. More information displayed: his energy level was very low. His injuries were great. His self-repair system was confounded by bad repairs and had trouble determining priority.

Gears managed to twitch to the side. Whatever his sensors told him, nothing explained why there was a slagging 'con cuddling his left side! A warning message appeared informing him of immediate shut down from strenuous activity. Gears tried to override the shut-down, but more warnings appeared. Before he gave up against imminent shut down, he ordered his self-repair to prioritize his vocalizer. Hopefully, he'd get some answers when he woke.

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